Clifftop Fantasies [BDSM Menage Fantasies] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (33 page)

A few dominants sat on the chairs and couches at the front part of the room, chatting in low voices as they waited for their submissives to finish putting out snacks. As Allie nodded to her guests, trying to remember all of their names, a door opened in the back and Karl emerged from his room, dressed in his black leather pants and vest and carrying a green duffel bag, looking dangerous and sexy.

He didn’t exchange looks or greetings with anyone else but strode purposefully to her, his large, square body blocking her view of the room as he approached. She waited, another frisson of pleasure and anticipation going through her, until he stopped and held out a hand to help her to her knees in front of him.

“Good evening, pet,” he said solemnly as she lowered herself to the floor. “Where is liege?”

“He’s getting ready,” Allie said quietly. “He should be here soon, Sir.”

“Fine. Have you followed my instructions?”

“Yes, Sir,” she acknowledged softly, bending her head. She had showered and changed into her simple black dress with nothing underneath. She was vividly aware of the silky feel of the material against her bare skin as well as the touch of the collar Karl had given her earlier against her throat. Every sensation was heightened by the flood of submissiveness that went through her body. Karl reached down to tilt her face back toward his own, smiling gently and stroking her hair. He held out both hands and pulled her toward him as she stood up.

“You belong to me, Allie,” he murmured into her hair, his arms wrapped around her, one hand moving slowly up and down her back, pulling the dress with it. She felt the coolness on her thighs as they were slowly uncovered, then gradually on her ass as it was also exposed to the air. Her first instinct was to twist away from him and let her clothing fall back to its proper place, but his arms were tight, and she made herself relax into the situation.

When she tilted her face up, he was giving her a wicked smile. “Well?”

She hesitated only a second before nodding slightly and saying, “Yes, Sir. I belong to you.”

He gave her a little squeeze. “That’s my girl. Do you trust me, pet?”

“Yes,” she breathed, a fresh wave of erotic submissiveness washing through her. Their eyes were locked, but his hands were still moving over her ass and back, handfuls of soft cloth caressing the skin, creating new breezes that went over her buttocks and between her legs, making her more and more conscious of their visibility to the other people in the room.

Suddenly soft blackness was enveloping her face as Karl stepped back and pulled the dress over her head. She gasped, instinctively starting to pull away, but it was too late. She was standing in the barn, in full view of a group of fifteen or twenty people, completely naked.

Karl tossed the dress onto a nearby chair and put his arms on her shoulders, holding her in place and looking into her eyes. Allie’s brain began forming an indignant, panicked response. It occurred to her that she should demand that he give her clothes back, refuse to be treated like property. She forced herself to calm down and consider her position. She had just agreed that she belonged to him, which implied that she
was
his property. If that was going to mean anything, then she had no choice in the matter. There was something freeing about that.

“Allie,” he said, and his voice had gone deep and full and commanding. The air thickened again, and a stillness descended on her. I can do this for him, she thought, feeling her panic begin to drain away. She forced herself to glance around the room. There was no reaction at all from the other people, not even a pause in the murmurs of conversation.

“Are you okay with this?” Karl said, pulling her close to him. She gasped at the cold sharpness of the pins on his vest, and he laughed and opened it up so she could snuggle inside it. The warmth of his body in his soft gray shirt was a delicious contrast to the cool smoothness of his leather pants against her bare legs. She closed her eyes and tried not to think about her imperfect body being shown to the whole community.

“I don’t know, Sir,” she finally answered, pressing herself as close to him as she could. “I don’t look as good as I did—”

“Stop,” he demanded, his voice sharper. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, startled. Around the room, heads were turning in their direction, and she felt a blush creeping up her face. “You are beautiful, and I don’t want to hear any arguments about that,” he said, not bothering to lower his voice. “You’re not a scrawny teenager anymore, it’s true. You’ve developed into what a real woman should be, soft and curvy and perfect.” He ran a hand down her back and over her ass, squeezing it. The other people watching nodded in agreement and turned back to their own conversations. Karl’s voice went down. “You’re exactly right. Besides, look around. This community isn’t about musclemen and fashion models showing off their figures. It’s about real people embracing and celebrating their sexuality. Would you tell Nancy over there that she shouldn’t wear that outfit if she wants to?” He pointed to the corner where a large woman in her forties was wearing a pink and frilly babydoll nightie. A giant teddy bear sat on the floor next to her as she arranged snacks on a table and giggled with two other submissives.

Allie shook her head. “No, I admire her for having the courage to wear exactly what she wants,” she admitted.

“That’s right,” Karl said firmly. “And she’s beautiful, even if she isn’t a size zero. But it doesn’t matter if you or I think she’s beautiful. We’re here to give each other a safe space to be openly sensual and sexual and kinky, and everyone has the right to dress, or undress, however they want to. So—” He picked up the duffel bag and led Allie to the couch nearest them.

Allie was tempted to ask him what he was planning to do, but instead she made herself stand silently while he opened the bag and began to extract various bundles of different colors.

“You are going to wear a rope dress tonight,” he told her. “You haven’t really experimented with this kind of thing before, is that correct? Okay. Then you will need to tell me if the wrappings are too tight or it makes you feel claustrophobic or anything. Some people love the feel of it, and it can be a very decorative way to display your submissive.”

He began to work then, passing the rope around her chest, framing her full breasts and making patterns over her torso and back, by the feel of it. Allie had relaxed a bit at the words “rope dress,” thinking she wasn’t going to be completely naked after all, but now she saw that the rope really wasn’t covering anything up. It was actually accentuating certain parts of her. Within half an hour she had a very intricate design over her stomach and down her arms and legs, but the rope passed on either side of her groin, showing her smooth mound and making her intensely aware of it. There were reds and purples and greens interwoven throughout the pattern, and when Karl led her to a full-length mirror on one wall, she was amazed at the level of complexity he had created. However, she was still obviously and startlingly naked, and the beautiful work he had done was only going to draw more attention to that fact.

Her face colored a little as she stared at herself, then at Karl, standing behind her. “It’s absolutely gorgeous,” she breathed, wondering whether she should ask how long he was going to make her wear it.

“So are you,” he told her, bending down a little so he could bite her shoulder. One hand snaked around to squeeze a breast while the other worked its way over the rope to her pussy and began to stroke it, gradually working a finger through her labia. Her clit began to throb, and she leaned back against him, luxuriating in his heat and closeness and the way his touch radiated throughout her body.

After a few minutes he stopped and straightened, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. “I have a present for you,” he said suddenly, bringing her back to the moment.

“Really?” She was surprised and a little excited when he reached back into the duffel bag. When he drew out a pair of shoes, her mouth dropped open. They were black, of course, with small chains that draped between the top straps around to the backs. The heels, though not as thin and spiky as Jane’s, were about four inches tall.

“I’ve never even owned shoes that high before!” Allie gasped, staring at them. “I’ll kill myself.”

Karl laughed and helped her sit on the couch to put them on. “No, you won’t,” he promised. “They’re very comfortable and easy to walk in, according to april, who picked them out for me. You’ll need to get used to wearing sexy shoes if you’re going to run a kink club.” He pulled off her flats and helped her into the new shoes. When she stood up and took a few experimental steps back to the mirror, he nodded approvingly.

“Nothing enhances a woman’s confidence like high heels,” he said, and even though previously Allie would have bristled, considering it a sexist remark, now she had to agree. She gaped at her image. The woman staring back at her looked elegant and sexy. Her curves no longer looked dumpy. She was, as Karl had said, soft and feminine and seductive.

Allie ran a hand over the rope work, experimentally allowing it to continue up and over her breasts, pausing to gently massage the nipples. She heard Karl’s intake of breath and then another. She looked up and saw the reflection of Brad standing behind her, his mouth hanging open, looking as if he’d been frozen in place.

At first Allie felt a jolt of fear, wondering if Brad was going to be offended or outraged by this new development. She had a moment of panic again, imagining him storming out of the barn in disgust and going to their room to pack his bags. But then she looked herself in the eyes, squared her shoulders and turned around, telling herself firmly, “I can do this.”

She was an adult, and a business owner, and she couldn’t allow fear of his reactions or anyone else’s to dictate her behavior. She took a deep breath and struck what she hoped was a sexy pose, batting her eyes at him coquettishly. “Well? What do you think?”

Brad’s Adam’s apple bounced once or twice as he obviously struggled for words. “Um, yeah, it looks—looks incredible,” he finally managed to say, although his voice sounded a little strangled. Then he turned to Karl. “Did you do that? That’s so cool! You have
got
to teach me!”

By eleven o’clock Allie had forgotten all of her misgivings about public nudity. Most of her guests had complimented her outfit, and she found herself swinging her hips in a satisfied strut as she walked around the room behind Karl. She was aware of many of the people, women as well as men, glancing appreciatively at the way her breasts were thrust out between the lines of rope. Brad walked on Karl’s other side, asking him questions and getting a feel for the various types of activities. Brad was wearing a pair of black jeans and a simple rope chest harness. Karl had also made rope cuffs for him, six-inch bands of ropes across his wrists, with a series of knots that spiraled around his forearms. He looked very sexy, Allie thought in approval. Both of her men did, and she couldn’t believe her luck in being with them.

They stopped to watch a particular scene, and Karl invited Brad to sit down, taking a chair next to him. Allie sat on a cushion at Karl’s feet, and his hand played casually with her hair or her face or her chest as he explained the action to them both. Brad listened carefully, and Allie was relieved to see that he wasn’t freaked out by the scenes going on around them. He didn’t even seem bothered by doubts about being involved in a threesome with another man. Allie was delighted to see his relaxed expression and the way he leaned in to ask Karl questions.

They sat for about an hour watching a man called Rodan do rope bondage on his girl, a loud redhead named Sheila. First he put a sturdy-looking harness on her chest and hips, making Allie glance down complacently at her more intricate and beautiful covering. But then Rodan threw a rope up and through a large metal ring hanging from the ceiling. Allie hadn’t noticed the ring before, and she watched in fascination as Rodan attached the rope with lots of twists and knots to Sheila’s harnesses and began to lift her off the floor.

It took another twenty minutes before she was completely suspended, lying on her side in the air, one leg pointed toward the ceiling and her hands tied behind her. When her supports seemed to be fairly stable, Rodan began to spin her in circles. She twisted and bent as much as she could, giggling and occasionally screeching as he darted a hand in to pinch some exposed skin as it swung by.

Sheila must have been quite strong, Allie thought. She managed to flex her body and contort herself into positions that Allie was positive she wouldn’t have been able to do even if she was lying on the floor. She made a mental note to look into offering yoga classes in the barn during the weekdays. Maybe she could learn to do some of those things, too, she mused.

Karl leaned over and spoke in her ear as she was considering it. “Do you think you’d like to do something like that?”

“Oh, yes, Sir,” Allie said, turning shining eyes to him.

“We’ll work on it,” he said, smiling as he stood and nodded for liege to help her to her feet. “Come on, let’s go over to that table and do our own scene now.”

Allie and Brad followed him over to an open table in the corner, exchanging puzzled glances. They hadn’t negotiated anything for tonight, which was surprising, considering how carefully Karl had orchestrated all of their encounters so far.

He turned to face them, setting down the green duffel bag again, and beckoned Brad to come closer. Brad went, a worried expression flashing across his face.